DREAM #4 by Rick Davis | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine

Rolling Gray purple Waters Revelatory. Anonymous Dry leaves Blow Across Cracked Sidewalks. An open Window I shoulder Past. Dancing glances Of animated Strangers. My sleep is Undone By paradox, And then I quickly Fall back Asleep. Whispered Voices In a stark White and blue Corridor. The wind Stays awake All night. Rorschach Lakes. A tree…